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Here's a super scary thing... Same outfits... same bikes... I'm wearing different glasses. The photo is also taken in almost the exact same spot. We're even out of focus.

At least I changed my glasses.

Thought for the day as we entered the Lynn Street Death Zone:
Pete: "We're all gonna die!!!" (My normal battle cry when entering that intersection)
OneEighth: "I close my eyes. It seems to help."

It was a surreal commute for me today. It included road rage, the kindness of strangers, riding with a friend, beauty queens wearing evening gowns and tiaras, 8 women yelling at President Obama and a man wearing a bath towel decorated with humping hippos. I can't wait for the ride home.

"No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough."
-Hunter S. Thompson

Good riding with you again, Pete. I now think of you as "the man on the Van (Dessel) with the camera in his hand." With apologies to Mike Watt (who is the man in the van with the bass in his hand...and is awesome).

Good luck with the frame. Hope that works out, but you have clearly already found the silver lining as this is a reason to build something new.

Seems to be the week for road rage. Glad that my only brush with it so far was with a gaggle of inattentive Freds at Hains Point.

Okay. My theory was backed up today. Ran into OneEighth again... this time on the way home. He caught up to me as I limped home after intervals with the fast boys and girls at Haynes Point.

Back to my theory... It would seem that I end up riding with OneEighth through a dangerous intersection or two. That isn't that unusual... there are plenty on the route to or from work. What is odd is that we always seem to have a "We're all gonna die" moment in these intersections. He'd just had one a few blocks earlier when we encountered young Mr. "Officer, what turn signal do I use while backing through a crowded and busy intersection through a red light" at Columbia Pike and the W&OD. Fortunately everyone was mellow and we all had happily ever after situations.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. My theory. The combination of me and OneEighth creates a magnet for people with questionable decision making and no multi-tasking skills while driving.

I had my eyes closed again going through the Columbia Pike intersection, so my riding experience remained blissful if somewhat ignorant.
Do we get capes or something to go with our newly discovered power to induce stupid behavior? Riding a fixie with a cape...what could possibly go wrong?
Good riding with you again.
Cheers.